“…found a woman curled up in the overstuffed recliner parked outside my office door, I was blind sided. Not because I didn’t recognize her. Because I didn’t smell the trouble.
Smelled cinnamon and spice and something I couldn’t quite identify trying to take over the stale office air, but I didn’t smell trouble.…”

The outcasts of Society, the freaks and the monsters, shamed and beaten into submission, know that Good doesn’t always triumph over Evil. When a little girl’s life hangs in the balance, however, the question doesn’t hinge on right or wrong, but on whether or not such an outcast—cocooned in darkness that exists halfway between fear and despair—can step into the light and take action.

When a harpy is assigned to torment a young girl, she finds out that being a nag isn’t as easy as it once was, especially since the innocent girl is in danger. A danger that coalesces when the father’s lust send both harpy and innocent tearing down a path only one of them can escape.

When his wife gains artistic fame and is accosted by agents and reporters, Richard Stapleton knows he must go to extreme measures to protect his family. There is nothing Richard won’t do to keep their hiding place a secret. Nothing.